continuation from part a

It must be said, though, that she probably liked it and I regretted that I had only watched. Joseph has never been so dominant. I'll probably never speak to Cooper again, and I don't know of another guy I'd let into me.

"Decent." Fritz smacked his lips. "Although, as a result of the higher education, it seems that the young lady has a more interesting technique than you and is just waiting for you to want to be do-minant. But that could also be interpreted as you have taught her the right creativity. You are doing well, but I probably won't ask you to return next school year."

"I'll probably be married by then. Just like beauty here," the guy said and kissed Nicole on the breast.

"I'll look now at your testimony," he informed me, and we returned to the principal's office. I read him made-up vulgar expressions of Felicia and other proletarian women. He wasn't very good at pretending to be interested. He´d certainly like to admire another fucking couple.

"You're such a triangle," Fritz said slyly, winking. "One corner of intelligence and two corners of mystery."

Ow. I laughed in a deliberately simple-minded way because I knew where this was going.

"You undoubtedly have talent, but I don't think it suits a cook. Speaking of your supposed professi-on, I've spoken to a few cooks, though I generally have an aversion to auxiliary forces. They told me Judy had been sick and out of work for a few days. I think the principal is using you to dictate a lear-ned role."

Of course, you nasty bureaucrat. I'm supposed to steal your time so that management can have as many parties with Manabe and Olsson as possible without your boss noticing.

"I have college. Two even, but I've decided I'm going to do real women's work." I blinked at him. "After the regime change, I saw through. And as for my release... The principal knows me. It's ne-potism, as we, educated people, but he asks the woman for a few observations as soon as she sucks him off. "

"And he doesn't want your female colleagues to think anything. Judy, I have to say, the Prefect was thrilled with your proposal, but I can't fully appreciate you if someone else is holding me back. I thought the most painful thorns in my side were Manabe with Olsson, and out of the blue, Mrs. Cabrera shows me complaints from Princesses. Their whining wouldn't carry any more weight than the crying of kindergarten children over broccoli soup, but two members of your council support it and stand up for Manabe. I plan to write a petition which will deny all the accusations. Trust me, that one will sign faster and get more names. Would you be interested in taking the part?"

"If that will make me useful..."

He thought about it. "You know what? Give me your panties."

I denied myself completely. “Hold on, if should I undress…”

"Keep something, that's the charm." I handed him a piece of white underwear, and he sniffed at it. Then he took a Swiss Army knife from his pocket and cut a circle on his lap. “Take them back and unbutton your blouse.”

I complied, and the lines of my breasts revealed themselves to him. "What do you mean by that?"

"Women are like statues and buildings. You won't find much sense in them, but they can be beautiful objects."

I huffed but didn't break the eye contact. "At your age, you look better when dressed. I also enjoy the thought that despite this, your pussy is cold. Turn around and bend over, hands on your knees."

I did it with gusto because I was glad I wouldn't have to look at him.

Fritz's hands went under my skirt, and despite the presence of my panties, each pressed possessively against one cheek. I must not known myself very well because the behavior of that pig immediately turned me on. I pushed my ass closer to him, hoping he would be satisfied. He continued to work. I felt irritation all over my lower parts – on the split of my bottom, on the thighs, and the ex-posed slit. First, it was his small but flexible and playful finger, then his clumsy erect cock. I recently had an intriguing virtual intercourse with Cooper, but I was glad that I still have this effect on some guys.

"Practical position," he assessed. "But there's hardly anything to look at. Turn to face me and lean your waist against the table."

He stood there with his cock sticking out of the hatch, licking his lips. I hoped he wouldn't mind my neutral expression, since I couldn't be a Pin-up girl.

"Good. Now bend one leg at the knee and tuck it under the table."

The more I followed his instructions, the more my fear must have been evident.

He lunged at me without further warning and grabbed my elbows. I moaned, and there was no end to that moaning as I suddenly felt him inside me. He went as deep as he could, only to withdraw to the edge of my womanhood again. He stared in fascination at my trembling breasts. My whole body was twitching, and at times, I panicked because it looked like I was going to fall to the floor, but I think the small dose of adrenaline added to the excitement. I moved up and down, forwards and backward. During the fucking, I was losing track of the arrangement of the space. At the end of the ride, Fritz put his hands under my dress, but he didn't take my bra off. He just scratched my back like a wild cat.

After the climax, we both ended up on the floor, his seed sticking around the hole in my panties and staining the floor at the same time. I tried to snap out of it, but all I could think about was that I had turned into his slut and was only reluctantly changing back.

Arnolph complimented me in the dungeon, albeit with an eyebrow upwards to her forehead. "I must congratulate you. Lefebvre has changed his mindset thanks to working with you and lost his energy to annoy us. Green probably doesn´t think much of him, but that's because he doesn't know what his lackey might discover. Maybe you could seduce him more."

I got up from the rack and set my palm. "Will I get the reward I asked for?"

The spokeswoman looked like she would rather eat her lips. She removed the band from the roll of paper document in her hand to lend me the message for inspectors from these... Top models at best.

On the first day in the Senate, I would have written more soaring words, but I would not have sur-passed their melody, and my every cell agreed with the content. One doesn´t find there a request to ‘release us‘, it was simply ‘apologize to us.‘ We lived our lives and didn't hurt anyone. Our arrest has torn our families apart, and we fear for our relatives and friends. Every person's feelings if they feel something.

"So many people signed it," I sighed, running my finger along the lines. "Much has changed since the rebellion against Daniel. More than he would have liked," Arnolph said. "Green now sees that his warning was inefficient, and it is clear whom he will hold responsible."

"Lefebvre told me about the preparation of a contrarian pamphlet."

Arnolph sighed wryly. "To hear him tell it, you'd think the petition was preventing him from seeing his father on his deathbed. He was emphasizing how we must write something of our own. A hymn of gratitude and sobriety, he wants to call it."

“It will draw attention to how much it bothers them, and people will remember the original initiati-ve." Good point. Well, it has to be since it's mine.

"I have fond memories of my college studies," Arnolph said. “That doesn't change the fact that I won't be going back there.”

"This text is an example of good politics." I tapped the paper with my index finger. "Do you un-derstand? Politics and politeness. Even before I was elected, I felt the contrast was never between right and left but between politicians and ordinary people. Then I forgot about it, but the dictatorship reminded me of it. Here, the thing lies unadulterated and beneficial. The powerful must learn about it. Among the Prefects. In the House of Experts. In the Governing Council."

"It will depend on what kind of politician we have left," Arnolph said, snatching the petition out of my hands. I took it back with the strength of both hands. "Look ahead. I will always be the shepherd of hope. The right one, that is."

Arnolph was about to leave, but I had another request. "I could finally talk to Larissa. I don't know how willing she is to cooperate with you. Maybe you haven't talked to her at all, unlike me. I think I have the right to see that she's alive and to explain to her what's going to happen."

Arnolph narrowed her eyes. "Lewandowska doesn't want to talk to you at all, no matter how often we offer. If you insist, I'll ask Miss Woodroof to soften her heart. They talk all the time, but she won't forgive you for the way you treated her."

You probably know by now that she has contact with female agents in other Towers," I reminded her. "If we use her nanobot broadcasts, we could spread the petition there!"

"Are you that naive? The other spies must have heard that Lewandowska ‘died‘. If we reopen her channel, they will think we are trying to deceive them."

I felt cheated and misunderstood myself. "Can I talk to Zita, then?"

My protégé appeared within the hour.

"I envy you for being living in secret," she told me. "There's been an argument upstairs that could culminate to a fratricidal fight over time. Or 'sororicide' in the case of someone? Be glad you're not officially alive."

I felt the opposite. "Have you signed this?" I showed her the petition.

She shook her head. “I need a solid career within our fight.”

I placed the sheet on one of the torture instruments. "I hear you talk to Larissa a lot. She seems to refuse to talk to you about me, but don't give her the chance to reject you. Tell her I know, I ha-ven't been honest, but I want to use this situation to my advantage, something even her network couldn't do."

Zita looked beside me, where there was nothing, and showed me her upper teeth. "Larissa is not angry anymore. I'd say, she doesn't want to talk to you for practical reasons. You see, she's a spy and afraid they will use you against her. She'll like your message."

"Good." She still needed a message from the right pal. "Also, tell her I am very sorry for refusing the candy she offered me the last time we saw each other. I will give her many treats once we are free, but mine will contain coconut."

Zita left shining like the sun. I hope she infects Larissa with her optimism.

I only got to eat here twice a day, but the leftovers they gave me weren't the worst quality, so I ate them to the last bit. They gave me the chicken nuggets to the closest version of lunch. I had to con-sume them hastily. It was the time before reasonable lunchtime, and Mayson chose it for his priva-te round. Arnolph led me to the luxurious room where Lefebvre lived. It couldn't be a slip she sha-red with me that Enzo Romano used to live there.

The name slowly began to sink in a way that even the much larger mouthfuls I'd been swallowing lately, couldn't. From the back of my neck to the small of my back, I felt cold drops that could be sweat, but I felt as if they were cold rain, insidious, precisely because they were drenching me in a dry building. I felt the cold shower here mainly when I crossed the apartment´s threshold, and I was angry with Lefebvre because he was cheerful. I had to notify him that I was coming into the room, and he didn't have to look at his magazine about the animals of Madagascar.

“We need to pick up where we left off.” Not only did he smile at me. It seemed that I even amused him with my very presence. He pushed the magazine away and stretched out his legs.

"I must make my blood flow," he said. "Don't sit down. We're both going to have a great time today." He spread his legs. “Most of all, you will suck me off because I think you need to be a champion in another women's field.”

Sometimes, you have to have the strength to accept things you can't change. I unzipped Lefebvre´s pants, and I had to try to pull off his shorts, as he remained motionless on the bed. His cock began to harden as soon as I touched it briefly, and it reared up fiercely in my direction.

I braced myself with my hands but hesitated as I approached his long manhood. Lefebvre pushed my head, and my tongue suddenly rubbed against the dick, slowly revealing the purple head and the small glistening hole. It humiliated me terribly. I had never done this to a man before, and it seemed it was the least frequently washed part of his body. He must have sensed my hesitation and pulled my hair painfully. Strangely, he didn't get all that excited when he was hurting me, but when I got my mouth and hand involved, he patted my back with satisfaction. I tensed the skin at the root and sucked. As I expected, he came almost from the pressure alone, and many drops of sperm ended up in my throat. I had a few scanned under me on the carpet, just as a matter of prin-ciple. Lefebvre grabbed my temples. "I am the luckiest official in all our glorious country. I have sub-jugated two holes of Jenine Thompson."

The still-damp carpet didn't soften much the blow to my head.

I only lost consciousness for a moment but couldn't resist Lefebvre. I felt him pull on my leg, and when I could move a little, I had one leg tied with a clothesline to one panel of the shower's patio door, and Lefebvre was already tying the other. I was lying uncomfortably on the tiles. The Prefect's official stepped over me and stood in front of my bare pussy with a belt in his hand.

"You think I only scratched you out of passion? It's amazing how much skin a person can have under their fingernails. That skin will reveal incredible things thanks to the National Register." He stroked my inner thighs with the belt. "When I realized who Mayson was putting up against me, it became clear that I could grab the throat. But you don't have to worry."

He swung the belt between my legs with all his might. The blow stung from my clit to my stomach, and I howled. Lefebvre weighed down the belt in his hand. "Did it hurt? Screaming is a beautiful thing, Mrs. Thompson. I should probably add some strength. But your pain isn't the only thing I can enjoy. Mayson not turning you in and ordering you to keep me busy means he's up to something. I want you to tell me more about it, and I want you to convince me there is something in it for me if I join."

I could not expect reason or mercy from him. Looking at him, I felt a flame of power corrupting one's brain.

"Come on, you're not stupid. We both know that. You just turned your mental faculties in the wrong direction." The belt whizzed through the air again - twice in quick succession. I tried to clench my teeth, but I screamed terribly. The pain nestled. It shot deep into my vaginal muscles.

"Green is acting against another member of the Conclave," I moaned. “Help Mayson, and you will be a hero.”

Lefebvre laughed in a particularly repulsive way. "Politics is more complicated than when you could talk into it, Mrs. Thompson. You'd be surprised how often the cast of the Conclave changes, and the betrayal of one means the ascendency of another. You're sure an alliance with the Prefect wouldn't get me more?"

I made a hoarse imitation of laughter. "Haven't you forgotten? I'm just a woman. You can't ask me for a constructive opinion. All I know is that Green wants to become the new Princeps, but his posi-tion is uncertain. Even if he becomes one, it won't be thanks to you alone. Whereas, if someone else will win that race, he'll owe you a lot."

Lefebvre frowned and took a few steps back.

"In that case, we should make sure Green goes down. But first..." He dialed someone on his phone. "Yes, you saw what I was doing here. Come here. Just you. We'll work out how to work out."

I was still tied up when Arnolph came into the room. "We're going to debate," Lefebvre informed her. "It starts with you stripping from the waist down and setting your ass up for the most thorough inspection."

Lefebvre untied me and led me out of the bathroom. For one reason or another, he chained my leg to the coat hanger next to the mirror in the hallway. I took a moment to see what Arnolph was doing. She was showing him everything as he asked and had to assume a humiliating position. Then roar spoke for everything. When I saw her screaming mouth open, I didn't want to imagine what was happening to her anus. She couldn't even breathe for long as he thrust his cock into her mouth. I started to choke as I imagined what she must be feeling on her tongue right now. The main thing is that he will help us, I reminded myself.

After two visits to Arnolph, he came to me. First, he scratched my side and then rubbed his loins against my pussy. He must have sensed my resistance, but it probably just turned him on. He slowly inserted it into my pussy, thrusting it in as if I were an enemy he was stabbing with a knife. His cli-max filled me with filth I could never get, even if I cried my blood out. My only consolation was that I am long past menopause, and there would never be a monstrous offspring with my and Lefeb-vre's genes.

"A great start to the new year," praised the official using our bodies. "Do you know that the Prefect is nearby, overseeing one of his operations?" "We are well informed," I confirmed.

"Am I right in assuming that this fits into your plans?"

I couldn't see what was happening, but Arnolph had to nod.

He closed his eyes. "In that case, you'll certainly benefit from a visit that forces him to freeze in pla-ce at a certain point, and you'll know exactly where he is. Distraction is the specialty of your bunch, after all."

He only had to tighten the knots on my leg a few more times, and my cheeks got a few showers. First, twice with his hot seed, which later required a lot of water to wash off. They took me back to the dungeon, and I had to remind myself a thousand times that I was still alive and had managed to do a lot. Anyway, I lay there with my eyes closed, hiding from the world. Only the hands placed on my forehead gave me some contact. Zita caressed me. I took her hand and looked at her.

"You have done all you can, and the attack will commence soon," my friend assured me. "We have terrible things going on, but you must trust me that you give us strength, too. Stacey looks forward to breaking Cruz's neck, and you will do the same to Green. My fingers are already aching from all the messages the girls and I pass around the room. "

I couldn't wait for the fight. "What about Larissa?" I asked about something that was bothering me. "Does she know what's going to happen?"

Zita giggled. "Yes, she knows, and she even said how talented you are. In her opinion, you should have joined the intelligence service yourself. That's when she'll want to talk to you. When we achieve change!"

I liked it, but I couldn't relax completely. "Did you tell her about that candy?"

Zita blinked. "Yes. She was laughing the whole time. She couldn't get enough of that filling, and her stomach hurt anyway. She's looking forward to your coconut."

I hesitated but kissed Zita anyway. "Leave me alone here for a while. Come back when Mayson knows the date of the event."

Zita moved away, and I became more and more afraid of her. There were a few possibilities. Either Larissa was joking, or she hadn't understood my reference to her suicide pill at all. But even then, her joke would be unusual. Then it's possible that Zita didn't talk to her and lied to me. If she had lied today, did she ever tell me the truth? Is she still my honest confidant?

To be a link in a chain of liars. Oh, Zita, I'm far more experienced in that environment than you.

Experienced, and Lefebvre exposed you anyway, the nitpicking voice in me started.

But in the end, we understood each other, I objected.

But which of those I talk to can I trust? No one.

Maybe I have two friends left.